I shoot it low, kill the flow
Ruin myself out on the north shore
I make it one, watch the sun
Sink behind the trees with the keys to the kingdom
I shoot it high, let it fly
Bury myself under a blue sky
I see a scheme, make it clean
Drown in blue rivers under a muffled scream
Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again
I hit it down, kill the sound
Ruin myself out on the northbound
I make it one, kill the sun
Bury my disease with the keys to the kingdom
Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again
I shoot it low
(Shoot. It. Low)
Kill the flow
(Kill. The. Flow)
Ruin myself out on the north shore
Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again
Call your number wishing I could make amends
And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again